Back to the ordinary. Poetry from the pen of

~The Poet’s Poet~

Wonderful indeed when a plan succeeds

A nod of approval feeds his needs

Unlike the Rolling Stones he garners Great Satisfaction

Helps him Stay Forever Young

Having literary conversations with himself

Indulging in reminiscence, daydreaming

His time is his own once he sits to write

Lifelines are to be found in the strangest of places

Which jettison thoughts he never thought imaginable

All lead in one direction only which satisfies his writerly mind.

The rapscallion, he saw him out of the corner of his eye

From his perch in the writers room

Third floor of the library, he snatched her bag

Up on the bicycle and was gone.

Again he made it down three flights of stair

The lady had vanished, the side street bare

Returning, his mind in turmoil

He could think of no fitting way to conclude his poem

So he closed the book.

© Chris Black. January 2019

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